Sugar slicked via toxic lips
One hot breath, enough to transform into putty
To you, nothing but an exercise, a flex, performed with aplomb
How easy in your palm, to turn flesh and blood to origami
Sharpened edges, clean and pressed, in the shape that you ordained
A perfect sculpture, but nothing more, surely this can't be fair
Fragile and manicured, under constant threat from way on high,
Painstakingly formed into your flawless bird and told to never fly.
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For Poppy's Prompt #8, using all 5 words, (Sugar, Origami, Palm, Fair and Fly.)
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About the Creator
Tommy Ballard
I'm a professional writer, a poet, a digital artist and an amateur musician. In my free time, I'm often be found pondering magnets, breaking and entering random homes to steal locks of human hair, and dosing snoring sleepyheads with Zyns
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Comments (8)
told never to fly - cracks my heart, very vivid - I watch birds each day. Great job!!
Wow. "How easy in your palm, to turn flesh and blood to origami Sharpened edges, clean and pressed, in the shape that you ordained" That is breathtaking. And that ending was marvellously done!
A nice poem
Brilliant writing
Interesting one
Nice work
Loved it
Oooh, I like it!